Malay Romance Zaman Now
16. Idealist Loser
On the steps of the big stage house the two bachelors were sitting smoking. Waiting for one friend who had not seen the trunk of his nose.
“You drink coffee, Gus?”
“Don't bother, Ram.”
“Aih, you know, we just met today, what?”
“Stop if Vio has come new make coffee.”
Rama sat beside Kiagus.
“What is the story today with Devrie?”
Kiagus breathed. It tastes bad. “Like that, Jok.”
“Oh, what is that like? Jelasilah, Jok!”
Kiagus recalled the incident this afternoon. “We have agreed to meet, but only in its place, he said via SMS. Keep giving her boarding address. Around five o'clock I got there. Apparently not far from the mosque kos he. I'm sitting in front of.Pas right there, he's busy keeping up with his HP, Ram. I don't want to talk to you.”
“Gus, Gus, aren't you quiet?”
“Yes, but at least, Jok, he's not busy with his HP when someone wants to talk to him. I look at you a lot like an idiot. While he's down. Quiescent. Busy yourself.”
Rama shrugged, then spoke softly to Kiagus. And the bachelor who is being struck by this turmoil listens solemnly and with a receiving heart. Kiagus was silent as if he was listening to Friday's sermon and would tell Devrieya about what Rama had suggested.
“Sip. Thank you, Ram.”
“That's what friends are for. If there is any more trouble, story, do not keep quiet. Want to gather with humans is the point.”
It's past 8. But Vio didn't show up either. Rama and Kiagus called Vio. But not lifted. Rama tried to contact him again.
TUUUT.
While bringing his HP closer to his ears, Rama waited quite a long time.
“Ayo Vio, find the HP, find the HP! Maybe in the bag, or where? Let's find the HP! If you can, press green, idiot!Comeing! Is it hard to press green? Don't press red, danger, you know?! Pick up the phone, Stupid, pick up!”
Kiagus looked at Rama's strange face.
“Quick lift, mutung later. Agggrrrhhh! How are you anyway?!”
While in Silaberanti, Dita's bohai ass just took off from the butut's vespa upholstery. Clattering the sound of iron fences clashing as if the cover of their exclamation tonight. Vio said thank you very much. Especially about having bailed out the budget for the per-PDKT process. Then a puff of black smoke flew around the cost. Pas arrived at the big road Vio checked his HP which continued to rebel.
“Twenty-three missed calls and eleven SMS. Rama thirteen calls, Kiagus ten. Rama is still three points ahead. Rama, Rama, from Rama, from Rama, from Kiagus, from Kiagus…. Well, Rama won again, thin, just a number.”
Because Rama had won, so he contacted Rama. He stuck his HP to the ear. Before long, Rama who was again in Sekanak there immediately pressed the green button and was ready to spout babble. Sure enough, Vio had not had time to say hello, Rama immediately stole the start of the conversation.
“Gilo, where's your bae? Called from earlier! We've been waiting for you. Face again the same girl, forget yeh same friend. Gilo nian you are!”
“Assalamualaikum.” Vio's voice sounded smooth, slow, washed away, and made Rama so full. Then the anger of Rama disappeared.
“Wa’alaikumussalam.”
“Well, would it be fat if it was.”
“QUICK NOW TO MY HOME!”
CLICK IT!
Vio was shocked to hear the screams of the dinosaurs. Vio pulled the gas tight. The night wind was pounding his box face. The bones in his face became more visible. His jaw is getting weird at night. While his thin arms became thinner due to the cold weather. It was as if there was only skin lining the bones. The sound of the vespa vanished, the rambling of Rama rose.
From the stairs of Rama. “Breaky, gilo nian lanang sikok this!” In the cool language of Jakarta slang children, Rama's point is: Severe, crazy guy this one!
“Should forget about kawankah?”
“Yes done, sorry, Captain, sorry. Make coffee first, there, then chat until your mouth foamed.”
“Lipped nian.”
“Friends?” Vio pointed at Rama while shaking his waist. “Hm!”
“Gus, this is what love is called blind. Blinded eyes, eyes virginity.”
“Hooooaaaa..” Vio vaporized. “Hm, good night-time coffee like this.” Seeing that there was a pack of cigarettes lying on the stairs, Vio quickly grabbed it, took a stick, lit the cigarette, then smoked it, held for a while, “Huuuuuuu Cigarette smoke billowing.
In the kitchen Rama poured black coffee powder into three cups, then added sugar and hot water. Stirring the three cups of coffee in rotation. Like a waiter, he elegantly lowered his nampandi near the stairs.
Vio cheering, “Woah, steady! The chickens crow early in the morning. If you smoke, it's good while copying.”
“Definitely,” replied Kiagus.
“Ram, Ayu is asleep?” Vio asked.
“Against learning.”
“Please call.”
“Nak reach you, Jok?”
“Aih, send here. Like in a cafe. Yes, dak, Gus?”
“Definitely, exclaim it, Jok. But, you've been to a cafe, Vi?”
“But.”
“Aih, you know what you are, Jok. Taper nian tip eight you ni,” critic Kiagus.
“Ram, come on, Jok, get your sister over here. We chat-chat.”
“Be quiet!” snapped Rama.
“This friend?”
“It's night, Idiot. Dak's good. Anyway, I wouldn't mind if you were my sister-in-law.”
“Through your talk, Ram.”
“Aih, stop it, we'll discuss other issues. Now tell me about that you're the same Dita.”
Vio blew his hot coffee so that the coffee grains that appeared on the surface were shifted. He started to sip it with pleasure. Sleeeeppp.
“Mantap nian! This is your brother's, Ram?”
“STORY!!!”
Vio's talk about the incident last afternoon until tonight continues to come out through his mouth. Sometimes he chuckles, then continues the story again. While both of his friends seriously lived.
Looks like Rama must take a night off imagining happiness with Masayu. He thought, mengingan Kiagus, which although bitter lived and crowded felt, but there and real. Therefore there is an intuition that rises in his head to make him rise from the utopian world far from logic and then flap his wings and fly high towards the real empires and then live all ala perfungnya until finally become a person who is able to be realistic about a beautiful life instead of playing.
Although he is adept at exploiting the imagination and processing it into an interesting entertainment even manifesting it like a spectacle in his right brain, but finally Rama is aware of the things he does. Until when to enjoy the amorous play inside a circle of unreal illusions? Until when silence restrains the turmoil of taste, when expressed then happy for the owners of the heart?
For Rama, an idealist loser, tomorrow, when the sun has risen again, there will also arise an event in accepting every reality that although bitter he will still receive. No longer will he be a busy bachelor in the excitement of enjoying a series of fictional and subjective stories directed and acted alone.
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